Tender love arises in me, capturing the nostalgia of your being.
It is timid, shy, vulnerable.
It nestles within the crevices of you and me, turning our worlds upside-down.
It’s tame as a shy deer which fleets when visitors arrive.
It’s the sense of belonging in your arms, the sweetness of being captured in your breath
Love is a two-way street, they say…I find myself walking towards you, sweet and jelly-like, traipsing through senses sharpened by adversity.
It’s the hue which hums in the blood
It’s the shape of you and me…